Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Nas,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.